evident thirst for knowledge, caused him exquisite uneasiness.

They all wanted to know everything he could tell them concerning
Tom May. Had he enemies? Was it conceivable that he might have
even bitter and unscrupulous enemies?

"Dear Mary is keeping up splendidly," said Mrs. Travers. "She is
magnificent. Thank Heaven I have been some little help to her."

"You have, Nelly, without a doubt."

"Do try to eat more, Walter," urged Ernest Travers. "Much lies
before you. Indeed, the worst has yet to come. You must keep up
for all our sakes. How thankfully I would share your load if I
could!"

"I hope you are going to make this an official matter, Sir Walter,
and communicate with the Society for Psychical Research," urged
Felix Fayre-Michell. "It is just a case for them. In fact, when
this gets known widely, as it must, of course, a great many skilled
inquirers will wish to visit Chadlands and spend a night in the
room."

"The police will have to be considered first," declared Colonel
Vane. "This is, of course, a police affair. I should think they
will so regard it. There is the Service, too. The Admiralty will
be sure to do something."

"Is he to be buried at Chadlands? I suppose so, poor fellow,"
murmured Ernest Travers. "I think your family graves so